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Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Whatever you define as your own standards of rich, by all means date a rich guy! And the reason is simple women are categorized into2 types: - the full-time goldiggerz and the occasional goldiggerz!

Occasional in the sense that she isn’t always after a guys’ hard earned sweat i.e. money isn’t the major factor but has to be a factor and full-timers in the sense that every type Is her type provided you “show me the $$” i.e. money is the only factor, like am yet to see a woman who will turn down say CL* shoes as a gift even if she has over 3 unused pairs, and even if the gift is coming from a man that is physically not her type. And this is immaterial of whether she has got her own money or not.

So dating a rich guy before 25 is your ultimate litmus test to tell the kind of goldigger you have grown up to be; afterwards you can genuinely say “ye I liked his money but I loved the guy” or “ye I loved his money, not so much the guy himself” or exclaim dryly “he his stingy!”…the stingy card is more often than not associated with bankers.

To date a banker I must be lonely, ugly, old, and horny even if I’m already 2 of the 4…lol…I mean who dates bankers? except bankers themselves of course or other women who have run out of options i.e. 4 out of the 4….meaning bankers are everybody’s last bait why? They are seemingly or perceivably stingy. N.B if you think you love him while he’s yet to be rich believe me you would be over the heels in love once he begins to spend that dough.

The Nigerian environment on its own makes relationship hard work, so guys you don’t have any options money in romance is the most important thing, I dare say it’s the only important thing, well that is after sex…lol. You see the sex thing breaks all the rules, so if you are not exactly a sex Adonis you have no other option than up your $$ game but nobody says she won’t still be rocking the magic stick of a sex Adonis by the side…who said life was fair???lol

So after dating a rich guy a lot of ladies actually do test positive to gold digging. I failed my goldigging test woefully too many times to care. I’m a goldigger fair and square but I’m better than millions of others out there I’m an occasional goldigger .hehehehe

Okay full-time goldiggers have to feel good about digging you are envied by me, I mean mom always says "what is worth doing is what doing well",and I believe her. It’s not an easy job ask professional drenchers and leeches it’s highly labor intensive, time consuming and emotionally draining. You sacrifice love, romance and always have to keep your mind on nothing but the price cos every day is a work day, in fact you’ll should be taxed!

Well men think 99.9% of women are full-time goldiggers anyway only that the one’s that actually have the gold worth digging in the first place constitute only 1% of the total population and are occasionally
emotionally unavailable. Women view every other woman who does a better job at digging as terrible goldiggers e.g. wives as much as the society likes to view them as squeaky clean and victims they are the biggest goldiggers alive, single ladies are only able to scramble the crumbs that fall off their tables but sustain themselves by pooling from serial monogamous relationships.

Some guys fall into the euphoria of she loves me for who I am, I’m sure she does but when a man going through say a divorce asks his wife what went wrong between us she goes something like we don’t have spark anymore so that brings us to what constitutes a spark in a relationship; romantic dinners, holiday vacations, roses, perfumes even a cheap trip to tantalizers involves money so women are advised while digging responsibly to dig hard as possible, because while men are known to put their mouth were their money is they are not necessarily smart about that e.g. you hear men say something like she’s so easy I had her after buying chips and chicken or after taking her clubbing. Meaning in other words even if I had to lay you and you also wanted to be laid so bad you would have let me spend loads more rather than consider me…so you automatically become devalued by being you.

Guys think 30% of men are whack in bed, women think 60% of noisemakers are whack in bed but in reality 80% of men are really whack in bed so that means there is a 0.8% probability chance of ending up with a whacker at least if you must stay there must be something in it for you.
So the moral of the story is let the men spend, they really want to! They love us for being goldiggerz.

Friday, 23 November 2012

Yeah yeah lotta sex
therapists would tell you, you learn by touching yourself. I say you learn by
getting your adrenaline pumped. I have a friend who came for the first time in
her life first then peed on herself when a gun was pointed to her head she dare
not mention she would so love to be robbed again…lol

School was amazing,
thank you for the mails and my exams were even better someone asked me for the
high points of exams for me its cumin during exams…yeah I said it I actually
cum during exams. You know that rush that comes when you are not done writing
and you hear the invigilator scream ‘pens up!!!’ and there is pandemonium, people
are rushing, jumping on tables trying to submit and you are still writing and
then out of nowhere you feel it boiling inside of you about to explode then….then….then……….yeah
that’s the feeling. I know I’m not alone it’s so satisfying… better than an A+,
I didn’t just say that…*covers mouth* mom I’m sorry.

Like having sex at the back sit of the car other women have
that feeling for example when they cheat on their men, it makes the sin sweeter
and your residence in hell even bigger...lol. Remember what I always say about
enjoying one’s sins? That’s the whole idea it’s not the sin by itself it’s the
thought of getting caught that is the steaze. My icing on cake orgasm I must
say was at the beach and like whitney houston’s song if I’m asked what I did
with my life I would say I achieved the best orgasm ever…when you consider all
the women who have never had one you would realize yeah! It’s that much of a
big deal!

I’m not a fan of the beach, So while the whole country is
going gaga about the MOG’s purchasing private jets im going gaga myself cos bf
is still away and my 6 months celibacy makes me assess the bulge in the pelvic
region of everything that moves in pants I said bulge not ‘V’ shapes…hehehe who
would have thought that? The day would come when the hardest mysteries would be
solved on the beach?

Okay let me gist you about that experience it was sexmazing
it was my final paper yeah I hadn’t read jack shit but I could befriend Jack Daniels,
that’s the shit, you won’t let that just pass with the roll of grass.

You know sometimes to get the orgasm you picture another guy
making love to you, for some its exes who give amazing heads or for the shallow
types it could even be any Brad Pitt in the magazine covers…the naïve once call
names I mean that’s just so dumb! You are screwing Ope and moaning Ayo, how and
why??? Wait a minute! It’s not just the cheating by itself or the adrenaline
pop it’s all in your imagination babes that’s the brain house of that power
orgasm… learn to activate The f*ckatoids!!!

Okay I had this amazing fugly frog moment with this
whimsical borrower….. It was sex in the beach with multiple midstream orgasms,
like words can’t even begin to describe… okay the procedure is this 1st
relax with the grass. The beach is the best place to get the rizlar rolled and burnt
out like an airtime. Now to what end is that? so in my mind I had motive like
he did so we go to the sea side I miss my steps on purpose I had my whole
thinking straight and I had it all planned out but I needed an excuse just in
case it seemed awkward afterwards

quiet or it could be
the determination to let nothing stop us, the chic moaning next to us must have
been in my mind or she must have been me…lol, her pleasurable cries fueled the
flames of mindless passion it was heavenly, footsteps seemed faint and then
close and then right next to us. Musicians didn’t lie, I felt I was flying over
the moon and cupid cherubs were playing the violin. Sex and grass with the
master mix four elements of earth, air, wind and fire!!! it was an insanely
dangerously combo I couldn’t have enjoyed his vicious bites better, even the
spirits of the water in jealous range fought hard as the Water continued aggressively
coming, but I was cumin, I didn’t care if I died at that point I would have
died fighting the orgasmic fight!

After all was done while the vanquished was
too petrified to speak, the victor was too self-satisfied to care.

So the moral of a
story is if you are a customs officer and need to be posted far away to the
deserts of the north and then you leave your incredibly hot and horny Gf in the
south then Buy her a vibrator rather than allow another guy do the vibrating.
Warning to my Bf!!!

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

I met this 'brutally
honest and extremely likeable dude' I liked him a whole lot and the feelings were
mutual for a very long time. But there was a ‘but’ he had a Gf and not just a Gf
the extent that they were unmarried only because she wasn’t ready.

He always gave us identical
gifts BUT hers was always somewhat superior because I was the other woman. For
example we went on a trip to Obudu he took her to Europe. Another time he
bought me a cake, a tablet and the latest curve for my birthday at the time, he
got her dinner with hers friends an i-pad and the latest bold.

One typical day we
were to hang out but he comes to pick me with Gf at the front sit we just say
hi and off we went. They start an intimate conversation and it was really funny
to them, thank God for the technology of phones I just kept busy with it doing
nothing in particular. The annoying thing is when we arrived his friends were
there already. There were 2 guys with dates and 1 without a date yes you
thought right I was introduced as the 3rd guys Gf. The guys English
was so bad I couldn’t even pretend to like him. It felt rather condescending. That
day we hooked up i launched my favorite dress the one with polka dots; my anger
calmed after getting tipsy on many more vodka shots.

Relationships these days: One male, one female, one ex
trying to mess it up & one friend, in my case 'other woman', secretly
hoping it ends. I despised the poor girl despite the fact that I was the
intruder. In as much as this is one fugly frog I honestly liked maybe even
loved but love isn’t blind in my case, it’s actually retarded and I was just so
done playing the other woman. Then it was a game now its just so lame.

Crazy Infatuation:

My sisters and I
tripped for my dad’s friend, a certain ‘captain’ dude but because I was really
young I wasn't vocal about it, it remained my quiet fantasy.

I never got this one’s
number to start with and I don't know why its making my list but every time as
a teenager I soliloqized about him and wanked. So as usual one day while
wanking in the bath tub after climaxing I opened my eyes and saw her shadow.
She was the nosy neighbor the one we all grew up despising omg* I forgot to
pull down the window curtains.

It was my custom
‘nightmare on Shonibare Street’ and she became my ‘Freddy Krueger’. Every day I
saw her eyes piercing through me like a poisoned arrow. When I walked to school,
ran errands, she seemed to be everywhere all of a sudden. She literally stalked
me. And you bet she didn’t just tell my folks she told the whole street.

My sister took it a
notch higher she held his picture as she had hers; nosy neighbor came knocking
at the same time my sister excused herself to go to the bathroom. You trust she
added salt to the already peppery situation and she said we all did it. In fact
I who sat next to mom just got out of the bath. I had this shocked expression
slapped on my face like a guy in orgasm I was brought back to reality with another
heavy slap pasted on my back #classic case of worse place worst timing.

Mom was embarrassed
she stomped her feet like she always did when she was mad and started banging
at the bathroom door at the same time my sis was cumin so she couldn’t stop,
she was just screaming “mommy I’m sorry, I’m cumin, I’m sorry, I'm cumin, I'm
cumin ooOooO! ah!! ah!!! ahhhhhhh!!!!!” It’s still the butt of jokes at home but
at least I wasn't the one mommy caught doing the main thing. I had to purge him
from my system before I lose my mind.

Her own kids all got
preggies and still live home with their mama, so much for “virgin kids” and
that’s a lesson to all busybody neighbors…lol #justkidding the story didn’t end
that way, more like it ended were it stopped.

Dragon Breath:

I had this bf he
smoked like a chimney hence he not only had bad breath, I'm not saying he is
ugly, I'm just saying he’s always about 8 vodka shots away from being my type, but
I must add he also stank of money, all the fine denominations.

As acquisitive as I can
get, for the 1st time ever in the history of my brief stay on earth I actually
questioned shopping sprees over good health. Omg* it was nothing but a good
living definition of a stench from the latrine pits and as enjoyable spending
his money felt i was just wondering how I was going to cope with such health
menace. It was literally an unhealthy relationship and I chose my doctor’s
advice. That unhealthy relationship caused headaches, stress & a waste of my
time. The cure for this is to be single.

I honestly can’t say
for sure if this was one of the times I should have just ignored his (docs) advice
and I don't know how girls who vote shopping sprees do it but I sure as hell
couldn't stand that bad breath.

Isn't it a pity that
the richy kitty actually, literally turned out to be quite shitty? Guess I
still have a lot to learn from the best. Always laugh at life.

Friday, 14 September 2012

He was like a domino while I fell for him he fell for another;
“my papa doesn’t like you” were his words, it hurt cos it took 7years to tell
me, it was 7 years gone with very few words.

I moved to a self-contain were you would term ‘a ghetto’, it
was a far cry from the life I always knew. I saw sun rise and sun set each day,
I knew only the time I saw through the window. My new love was poverty I smelled
it, poverty kissed me goodnight every night and robbed my stomach empty,
poverty wrapped me at night like a stolen blanket.

I always left my door opened I only locked my door net not
because of the heat but so I would see him quicker should he change his mind.
He didn’t. Like my father didn’t when he walked away from my mom when I was but
a teenager. My mom was left with cancer; so she left with cancer when I was 17.

I knew hurt, I knew death, I knew how to be abandoned, I
knew how to be the dirty dried rag on your wall.

Neighbors called me names they said I was too old to be
alone, Classmates were way worse, they called me a loner, Society was harsh it
had given up on me.

I was tired. I was hungry, I was lonely but I needed only
one thing, I needed love. I remembered Mom always said I must give love to get
love. There was only one problem; there was no one to give.

I was that woman you are afraid to be, that woman broke and
broken.

I walked the same route to school every day. The sun burnt
my face blind so I didn’t notice the familiar gate till today, it was
nostalgic. I was about 10 years old when I first walked through those gates it
was a school excursion and I promised myself I would be back. 20 years on like
a dejavu, the wind of my destiny blew me to its tracks. Albeit the hard blow I
walked for charity, I worked for free. There were still some familiar faces and
I was a familiar stranger.

I taught fine art, I taught them to paint and draw, and they
taught me to draw my pains.

Toma and Uwem were my favorites they were about my age. Toma
for the bond, Uwem for the love.

Uwem always said he would marry me he only needed a chance
to prove himself, when I asked how? He stretched his hand to share his biscuits
with me, when I took it he was by himself.

I spent my whole
months teaching him to identify orange still he called it blue, he said I was
pretty that even if he forgets colors he won’t ever forget my name and he
stayed true.

All his teachers
scolded him for those words, I didn’t mind I liked him a lot just maybe; he was
handsome, stood gallantly, fair smile but he was speech impaired with the brain
of a baby.

He was a normal boy with a shy cry, and thought he could fly
to the sky; but he was everything more gracious, everyway stronger.

Toma painted happy faces on paper with her toes, she misses
her dad. When she cried she wiped her face with her shoulders, she couldn’t use
her arms. Everytime she saw me she wiggled her head and clapped her feet. She
was a jewel in soul and in beauty so full of charm.

She told me she would get married someday; she was far from
my reality. She clings to her beliefs the way her bra clings her breasts.

Her words were always
coated with wisdom of the aged, her person; her spirit had an alluring aura.
When friends say they want a woman who is beautiful in and out I often wonder would
they want a Toma?

I drew my conclusions
in my heart with her different shades of paints. She was happy and so content I
was almost ashamed of my complaints.

She was a normal girl with fears and cares you could almost
taste but she was everything kinder, everyway richer.

I always imagined if my story was different, if I wasn’t me
would I still be insecure? Would I be happier? Would I have my parents? Would
they be alive today to help me be stronger?

Would I have an ego, be conceited, delusional? Or be lucid,
simple, closer to angels than humans?

All my worries of life! I meet those who should worry but
make the best of theirs, living if only to make others thankful…I own a clock
now and I wake up each morning with gratitude to God for my life. I’ve been an
ingrate; I’ve been a fool. If not for anything but because I’m whole.

I looked at life through Uwem and Toma; even if they seem
unwholesome they have the power to heal, but I’m only human they are
superhuman.

Dedicated to all pupils
and housemates of Modupe Cole memorial
school, Yaba. Home for the physically and mentally handicapped.

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

I lost my love "Mama", I don't know how many souls
can relate to me. She is everything that I've ever wanted. All of my life I
thought I already know what love is. But Mama showed me a whole new meaning of
love.

I can kiss her for hours, time seems to stop when I'm with
her, we can talk for countless hours, her soul seems to be connected to me, I
can easily understand what she feels, I can easily know what is on her mind. We
can just stay in bed and make love for hours and forget the whole world. I made
love to her more than anyone else in my life. Making love to her even three
times a day seems so easy and it's such a pure joy. We make love with our body
and soul.

I just love everything about her, her hair is perfect, the
smell of her porcelain skin, her green eyes that changes to gray when there's a
bit of lights. Her hands fit perfectly to my hands when we hold each other. Her
face is the most beautiful that I have ever seen, when she looks at me, I can
see through her soul. I can see how much she loves me. I just love her in so
many ways.

It started with a kiss, and after we kissed, it was my first
9ja kiss, I even dreamed about it, we are together every day yet even in my
sleep I'm still dreaming about her. I swear I never felt connected so much with
someone my whole life. But it hurts that am writing this behind you. When I hug
her I feel I have in my arms everything that I need.

I want to be with her but we met at the wrong time of my
life, I want to give up everything that I have but It will hurt the people that
I love. I chose not to hurt the people I love over her at the end, I chose to
let her go in order for me to stop hurting her, I chose to be dead inside so
she can have her life back. How I wish that my life is not complicated so I can
be happy, so we can be happy.

Here's all you have to know about men and women, women are
crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are
crazy is that men are stupid.

It's been years but I swear there was never a day that I did
not think of Mama, I said to myself that if I just forget Mama for a day maybe
I can start to move on, but it never happened. Each day of my life I still
remember Mama, anything seems to remind of Mama. I am dead inside and Mama is
the only one who can bring back the life inside of me. My life seems perfect
from the outside, but my heart is just totally missing, Mama took it with her
when she left. I had many chances to bring Mama back in my arms but I chose
what seems to be right in the sight of everyone. I chose not to hurt others, I
chose to forget myself, I chose to let go of Mama so she can have a new life, I
hope she will be happy even without me. But as for me I know I will just spend
the rest of my life reminiscing our time together and imagining what could have
been if I chose my own happiness over the happiness of others, I need my true
Love, I need my life.

Friday, 7 September 2012

You see them in every churchservice looking all pious. Chief
culprit are the supposed 'altar-boys' just when you are getting used to their
early morning devotional text messages they slap you with surprises and
pictures of early morning hard-ons and then demand to see yours. You would
think we girls have grown smarter than conceding to their requests you would
also think choristers are smarter than to undergo 9mnths compulsory courses
with choir masters with record-breaking distinctions.

My friend forced us (my friends and I including LaLa) to
church years back,we met her pastor, he said I had a seductive spirit and they
all nodded in unison and it was agreed I needed deliverance. I wasn’t sure I
wanted to get rid of such a spirit-if it existed…lol, but I embarked on the
3daysfast sincerely because I wanted to fit into the new R&R pair of jeans
I bought 2months ago that don’t fit, afterwards I headed for his church for
vigil.Don’t think you don’t know him cos you do, I still see him on TV oozing
all his egocentric sexiness that could literally get you blind. Anyway he calls
me to his office to pray after the service and as I was waving my hands
screaming halleluiah to the heavens,I’m stunned to see both hands milking my barracudas at half
past seven, that I was dumbfounded is an understatement.

This time both the devil and the supposed seductive spirit
in me were blamed. Even my friend couldn’t believe I didn’t seduce him, not
that she didn’t trust me she just had so much reverence for her pastor.You bet
I didn’t just lose the number but for a long time I lost my faith.

Married bachelors:-

I met this delicious guy at this bachelor’s eve.We exchanged
numbers,flirted and it was all fun and games till I realized he was the groom.Married
men are a big NO for me, I like pretty boys but not to be treated like a kiddy
toy. After picking my jaw from the floor
I tried to get rid of him…honestly I did but give it to the guy he was
persistent.

He always called even in my rashness and coldness, on his
honey moon he called with that voice sweet as honey, his wife worked in
another state 'he just needed a friend to talk to' hence friends we remained
but on this eventful day I had to hook up with him to pick some job templates.So
there I was headed to what I thought was a bar but alas! It was his house. He
wasn’t even bothered about his neighbors, his status, I even felt more strain
than he did, and for good reasons too.

Anyway cos the traffic heading to his place after work was
mad, it was unsafe to leave for Magodo. Let’s just say that night he was going
all‘Jogodo’. As he strolled about in his fresh pair of boxers believe me when I say
‘he was all shades of freshness’ thanks to my weak conscience and pictures of
his wife staring at me with piercing repulsion my strong desires lose power because
A conscience does not prevent sin, it only prevents you from enjoying it.
What’s the point not enjoying ones sins?Lol, draw your conclusions on different
sheets of paper. I lost that number too afterwards, we couldn’t remain friends
or I could lose my conscience too.

Whimsical Borrowers:-

They give you an incentive to keep you going back like a satisfied
customer and they manipulate you to possibly pay double of all they have ever
given you, and no, I don’t mean your neighborhood store.

This carrot and stick approach I fell for honestly not once,
I’m not even pretending to be innocent, non-superficial or non-covetous but I'm
a sucker for a man who can work-it under the sheets.Okay the story, this
faithful day while chilling in-between gist's, while excitedly hinting about the
new car he would buy me once the deal-clicks.

He makes a call and next thing he's sad and lamenting about
being broke and needing to travel immediately cos some guys are trying to
double cross him, I promise to give him the money for his travels out of
compassion, to be honest it had nothing to do with his earlier vows or his
prowess.He intentionally keeps his phone away from me, you know-playfully, in a
way a dumb woman won’t notice. To cut the story short Hours later I got hold of
the phone and guess what? The call he made at the time was to customer care!
For real!! You play me with a machine? I would give him a B for Innovation.I
know I cannot place MYSELF between the ingenious and the profound but I’m certainly
not a woman with a lot of foolishness.

Okay maybe a little foolishness cos in my blonde moment I
still gave him the dough… I’m not always that stupid so believe me that day I must
have made an extra effort. You bet I deleted that number too!

Fresh Explorers:-

“New money hits”, Guys that are new in the city make some
virgin cool dough and want to pay and taste for everything and anything that
walks on legs before they die, many are dimwits who can’t even speak English,the
unexposed exposing their underexposures.

I met this 2 jokers,
but I would make an example of the more interesting of the duo, pure
mediocre.They should be approximately 30 by age but 15by experience it’s not
hard to tell. If you follow many of my posts it will be common knowledge that Where
there's a will, I definitely want to be in it. So the will it was.

I met him those days
when I still walked from my house to the bus-stop and believe me that was some
walk, anyway we became friends till we had to unbecome friends. He asks let me
kiss you, you say no!, then he goes- how much?

One day while minding my own business he begs to take me out
on a date, so off we went it was nice until coming back he asks to get laid and
tells me he can pay anything, I get offended he says his car is allergic to
unreasonable people and I had to alight, I mean that was on a bridge running
over the sea, well he didn't care he said 'he would go pick someone worth the
while'. Now that was a walk that's still vivid 10years after, the worst part is
days after he sends a message begging for a fresh date offering to pay me for
accepting to go on that date.

I lack words to describe the conduct of this type of product
but I do hope they come in refined packages these days. Do you need to be told?
The number left faster than it came.Looking back now that's a #classic fugly
frog.

Lord of the Rings:-

They understand the 'new era' female physiology that the
quickest way “in” is to propose marriage and propose they do with faux- diamond
rings that sparkle from all angles, but can't be compared to the sparkle in your
eyes which dims like candles,the moment you are confronted with the tangled
truth that you are one of many 'ring bearers' and that includes your best
friend and your neighbors daughter,such an embarrassing triangle.

She’s the one who
calls you 'aunty'-yes while attending her bridal shower my best friend and I
discovered we've just been showered with rings of stupidity, I snapped my head
to lucidity,believe meI’m as serious as a heart attack.Sure y’all get the
message.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

It was my best kept secret, the
more I ran the faster it followed in my heals.

The night I pulled the trigger it
was colder than the devils heart the night was dark like the moon was clothed
in pitch black.

She gasped amidst the gaping hole in her head.

He tried to remind me that he loved me as I made him kiss the mouth of my
gun, he trembled as he pointed at our wedding pictures blood dripping from his
face like it did the first time he hit me. He was trying to buy more sand for
his hourglass, I wasn't selling any.

They were both dead. The final gunshot was the means to this very end. I
released my finger from the trigger.

And then it was over. I got in and then shut the doors of my Rover.

Naked wires in our apartment had sparked a fire the papers had reported, the flames couldn't burn away my past it was
sealed and heated. They only made the pain inside me sedated.

I sat at my usual spot at the alley, no one knew me here. I watched as mice
fought irrationally, they reminded me of my life and how I fought to keep
everything that mattered to me but now didn’t matter. To make any kind of sense
of it, you need to go back to my past, back to the night the pain begun.

I walk in with the good news i leap with joy I swing the door open, my legs get numb, my sweat freeze like ice, he was right
on top of my sister… my only blood… I let it stew.

I might have laughed, if I had remembered how, I cried instead that’s all I
could do now. From that night he ignored the ring on my finger and put another
in my eye and then it became often.

Sometimes I think I thought with my wrong head but I dismissed the thought
the moment my toaster erupted my burnt bread. I was back to what was left of my
home and genuinely mourned them both. No one can hide their pity glances I don’t know how I feel now I’m alone.